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Love’s Price

I don’t know sleep

Hours up in the middle of the night

Still thinking of you

Wondering what went wrong

I’m sick

Craving attention but not worried about

Getting some

I only notice the rainy days

Storms come more often now

Like God is upset with our outcome

Depression is my own get away

And I’ve been gone for weeks

Moving on is like pulling teeth

Who is supposed to replace you

Maybe I’ll find them

But not like this

Healing is painful

I’m grateful for tears

I guess that’s the price you pay for love

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